Chara's eyes narrow as they listen to Sans talk. His brother? Chara briefly remembers a skeleton who shouted too much, and whose head fell off. Was that Papyrus?
And then Sans will see a visible flicker of hesitation on Chara's face. What do they want, really? They actually have to take a moment to think about it, wrapping their arm tighter around the other child's neck as Frisk starts sobbing louder.
They think... They think... They think they want Sans to go away. But how do they accomplish that? Chara's gaze flicks briefly towards their knife and all of a sudden, an idea comes to them.
"What I want," they say slowly, meeting Sans's eyes once again, "Is for you... to die. But. You are correct. As of right now, I have no reason to trust anything you say."
They let that sink in a little, then add: "Still. There is a way for you to get us both what we want.
"There is a common proverb that goes 'actions speak louder than words.' If you want to show me that you're in good faith, all you have to do is use your magic on yourself."
Chara smiles at Sans suddenly, wide and warm.
"You only have one HP, so it shouldn't take long. And in return, I swear..." they pause, wondering what a suitable thing would be in this situation, something that Sans would take seriously, before it occurs to them, "...I swear on the blade of this knife, that I'll never willingly harm Frisk again."
They even tilt the blade away from Frisk's face, as a demonstration of their own good faith.
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Date: 2016-03-15 06:26 am (UTC)And then Sans will see a visible flicker of hesitation on Chara's face. What do they want, really? They actually have to take a moment to think about it, wrapping their arm tighter around the other child's neck as Frisk starts sobbing louder.
They think... They think... They think they want Sans to go away. But how do they accomplish that? Chara's gaze flicks briefly towards their knife and all of a sudden, an idea comes to them.
"What I want," they say slowly, meeting Sans's eyes once again, "Is for you... to die. But. You are correct. As of right now, I have no reason to trust anything you say."
They let that sink in a little, then add: "Still. There is a way for you to get us both what we want.
"There is a common proverb that goes 'actions speak louder than words.' If you want to show me that you're in good faith, all you have to do is use your magic on yourself."
Chara smiles at Sans suddenly, wide and warm.
"You only have one HP, so it shouldn't take long. And in return, I swear..." they pause, wondering what a suitable thing would be in this situation, something that Sans would take seriously, before it occurs to them, "...I swear on the blade of this knife, that I'll never willingly harm Frisk again."
They even tilt the blade away from Frisk's face, as a demonstration of their own good faith.